Zombie movies are about people who deal with zombies but this movie is about the zombie experience. They finally got " Zombies Are People Too" right, right? Where the Romero remake of Land of the Dead failed so miserably, Warm Bodies had me bawling twenty minutes in and laughing throughout. Instead of grabbing you by the neck and screaming into your ear that zombies can be a culture, this movie leads you there gently with light narration and intriguing camera framing. Aside from the cacophony of coughing in the theater, this movie had me completely immersed. The pace is burning, the plot lines: solid. Warm Bodies is, in my opinion, the "Feel Good Zombie Movie of the Year." Not since Zombieland, have we laughed and cried so hard. Kudos to Jonathan Levine for a job well done. Pay especial attention to Daily Show correspondent Rob Corddry as the best friend. What? You think zombies don't have best friends? Racist.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Hipsters Unite, or whatever...
The Goths of the 1990’s and Emo kids of the 2000’s have
either joined society as productive citizens or the newest popular social
movement. Enter the hipsters, easily identified by unwashed, androgynous hair
styles and hand-made T-shirts bearing quotes from movies YOU have never heard of.
A room temperature Pabst Blue Ribbon in hand, hipsters usually gather in uncool
places and converse about uncool topics, because it is cool for them to do so.
Hipsters have three prominent characteristics: they use the word “irony”
incessantly (and often incorrectly), avoid anything considered culturally
“mainstream”, and have a fashion sense that hovers somewhere between homeless
cartoon-pirate and seventeenth century scientist. When driving by the record
store, you might ask yourself, “are those people standing outside hipsters?”
The following essay can help you make the distinction.
Let the profiling begin: members of the hipster culture love
the word “irony”. First of all, the definition of the word irony (using
verbiage that implies an opposite meaning, often for the effect of humor) is
usually lost on this crowd. They apply the word to any situation that could be
considered remotely coincidental, then pat each other on the back for being so
ironic and creative. Hipsters might even refer to burnt toast as ironic, in an
ironic manner. Confused yet? Secondly, hipsters bring irony to whole new level
by labeling inanimate objects as symbols of irony. T-shirts with no words or
graphics are ironic T-shirts (I thought they were Hanes). A piano bench with a piece
of barn wood sitting on it can be ironic as well. I wonder how many ironic
objects I have in my home right now; I could be sitting on a mountain of irony
and not even know it. Thirdly, any mustache (real or fake) is now an ironic
mustache to the hipster. A sharpie mustache drawn on a person or object is
considered especially ironic for some reason. I googled “ironic mustache” and
received 1,300,000 results from my request. That is quite a few ironic
mustaches.
In addition to misplaced irony, the hipster movement
subscribes to a particular and delicately balanced fan base. To begin, hipsters
prefer “underground” pop-culture and abhor anything that can be considered
“mainstream” or popular. They sing the praises of bands, books, and movies that
average people have never heard of. Once their favorite hipster heroes become
popular and start collecting paychecks, they are quickly abandoned by their
hipster brethren. The sense of irony is lost on the culture responsible for
placing those heroes in the public spotlight. In addition to simply avoiding
mainstream pop-culture, hipsters spend huge chunks of time rehashing how they
were in to “fill in the blank” before anyone else. Instead of celebrating the
fact that their cultural movement is responsible for their heroes becoming
famous, hipsters label their former idols as “sell-outs” and the newer,
mainstream fan base as “drones”. The final result of the above mentioned
pop-culture process is a race to first find an artist of some kind that no one
else has heard of, then claim in it the name of hipsters everywhere only to
denounce it three months later when the average people catch on. It is a
vicious pop-culture circle in the hipster world (is it ironic that the “pop” in
pop-culture stands for popular?).
The final identifying trait of the hipster is a unique sense
of fashion that is neither unique or fashion. To begin, hipsters love Steampunk
and Steampunk accessories. For those that do not know, Steampunk is a
sub-culture that focuses on Jules Vernian historic science-fiction where the
steam engine is King. Therefore, old-timey goggles and monocles are very
popular with the hipster crowd. The next hipster fashion faux pas involves
anything considered vintage, no matter how hideous. Vintage clothing is usually
purchased in head shops or at Goodwill and most likely found itself in said
shops after having been pulled from a dumpster. Hipsters call their vintage
clothing style unique even though they are all wearing the same thing. The last
(and silliest) fashion trait of the hipster movement is wearing clothing that
serves no practical purpose. Case-in-point, hipsters wear sweater cowls with no
sweater attached, just a dumpy, ironic T-shirt underneath. Forget fingerless
gloves, hipsters were glove-less fingers which are basically little, knitted
tubes you slide over your fingers that attach not nothing (like the cowls).
Hipsters also have an affinity for shirtsleeves with no shirt, usually held
together by woven straps. Hipster fashion is probably something I will never
understand.
The hipster pop-culture movement can be difficult to follow
as their likes and dislikes are constantly changing. Now that you have a
description, you should be able to spot a hipster from an ironic stone’s throw
away. Hipsters love and are always talking about how ironic the world is,
worship artists you have never heard of, and have a sense of fashion all to
themselves. The question I have to ask myself is, “since I have traditionally
chosen the ‘path less traveled by,' followed bands no one has ever heard of,
and quote obscure movie lines, does that make me a fantastic hypocrite or their
De Facto Queen?”
Monday, February 4, 2013
Why Education Is Important to Today’s Society.
Now more than ever, people of all ages around the country and abroad, are flocking to college campuses in droves. The economy is circling the proverbial toilet bowl and the job market is fully saturated. Homeowners owe more on their mortgages than their houses are currently worth. The majority of American voters have completely lost faith in government at the Federal level. Yet, one asset we still have as a country (in the Midwest, especially) is excellent colleges abound. US cities and countrysides are virtually peppered with institutions of higher learning. The people who survive this national economic event will have taken advantage of time off work or government stimulus to further their education, and the country will be better because of it. Education is important in today’s society because it is education that will see us through this mess by opening doors to new experiences for you and those around you; improving your salary at your current job; or carving the path to your new career. Recent weeks and months have shown us much tragedy, but our own first-responders have shown us that education can equal survival.
To begin, the decision to further your education will open the door to new experiences, like meeting new people, joining clubs, and attending community events. Meeting new people at school is the first step in forming professional relationships with future coworkers. Knowing there are people you like to interact with makes studying more fun and helps drive healthy competition because you are all working toward a common goal. There is also the possibility that you may get to work with some of them as well, so it never hurts to make some friends. The next opportunity to open doors through education lies with clubs and organizations. An academic club is an excellent entity for discovering what the upper-class-men are working on and showing you what to expect in future classes. Clubs and organizations are also great for obtaining new skills offered outside the classroom like CPR certifications and resume building workshops. The third phase of new experiences in higher education occurs when opportunities to branch out into the community arise. For example, attending a Women in Businessc luncheon would be a great experience and opportunity to meet female business owners and professionals while participating in a seminar led by local health-care workers could introduce you to people already working in the medical field. Exposure to new people and experiences is paramount when pursuing higher education, especially after a lapse in enrollment.
In addition to having new opportunities through networking, choosing to pursue higher education can result in a higher-paying salary at your current job through obtaining a certificate or license, expanding your current knowledge base, or receiving your degree. Many colleges and universities offer training programs in which the end result is a certificate, licence, or other accolades. For instance, people wishing to sell homes must first obtain a license to do so and nursing assistants need certification to perform certain duties, depending on where they work. These programs can last as little as a couple of hours, or take up to a few years to complete. Higher education can also improve your over-all knowledge in your occupation or chosen field. Law enforcement officials, educators, sellers of insurance, and licensed pilots (to name a few) must constantly stay up-to-day with ever changing laws and regulations. Being the first employee at your firm with premiere business strategies and updated procedure methods make you more valuable to your bosses and is often awarded monetarily. Now that you have obtained additional certification and expanded your knowledge base in your field of choice, you might as well stay on and get that degree! Receiving your degree, or multiple degrees, can do nothing but improve your station at work and therefore, in lcife. With new degrees often come new job titles, promotions, and an increase in pay and is that not why we are all here? Sally Struthers nailed it when she said, “do you want to make more money? Sure. We all do!” If you did not read that aloud in Sally Struthers' voice, I am very disappointed in you.
Finally, some people (including myself) choose to further their educations because they wish to start completely over in a new work environment, a new job description, and a better career. First of all, certain occupations are wrought with the same day-today experiences and typical routines; they become boring or tedious after awhile regardless of employer. Obtaining a degree can open up the possibility to work under a brand new set of circumstances in a different type of environment in a completely new field. To continue, possessing a degree can land you a job title you may have never considered or even heard of before. “Hi. I’m Eileen and and I am the director of pharmaceutical inventory management and patient care relations specialists, please step into my office.” You think you can get a title (or office) such as this without a degree? I think not. Finally, there is arguably few events in life more exciting than the prospect of starting a better career.
A change of pace is almost always good; new-found respect, promotions, and titles are even better; yet nothing can top waking up in the morning knowing you are headed to a job you love, that will love you back. Ask anyone who has been there and they will tell you, “it is totally worth it.”There can be no doubt that the world is in a frightening state at the moment and is bound to get worse before it gets better. With all the opportunities to improve ourselves intellectually, there is simply no excuse to accept that we are given a “station in life.” We, as a nation of young and old, must face the reality that higher learning could be our salvation. I think it is time we, as a nation, decide to stop complaining about the dire straits and commit ourselves to making it better.
How to write an essay
An essay is a collection of words and paragraphs that presents itself in an organized manner in triplet form. Essays can be easy to write when creativity is stifled and sentence structure remains as sterile and inelegant as possible. Proper essays contain three main sections: an introduction, a body, and conclusion. The three main sections of the essay are then sub-divided into threes to complete the mathematical and literary function.
The first paragraph in an essay is the introduction. The intro-paragraph should include opening remarks on the subject, the continued mental capacity to count to three, and a developed thesis statement. To begin, opening remarks are thoughts and ideas from the writer based on the essay subject. Secondly, the ability to count to three is required to continue the three points that will compose the body of the essay. Thirdly, the thesis must incorporate the three points.
To continue, the second portion of the essay (the body) should contain three paragraphs detailing the three points outlined earlier. The first paragraph of the body will contain information concerning the first point. The second paragraph should highlight the second point. The third paragraph will explain the third point, and transitional phrases are required throughout and should be based on the integer “3.”
To summarize essay writing: first write bleak or desolate descriptions of the topic in as few words as possible. Next, organize the three main points into a single sentence that is neither complicated nor meaningful. Then finally, close the essay with an arbitrary quote or concept that is neither remarkable nor noteworthy.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Makes me wish I had just slept in
I have been sitting back idly, watching, waiting, and reading, staying mostly silent as I "take it all in."
When I woke up yesterday the news was already on. I've taken to falling asleep with one news network or another droning on in the background pretty-much all the time so it wasn't a surprise that talking heads were the first thing I saw upon waking. I was surprised, however that said heads were talking about something other than the "cliff" or the "slope" or whatever. Right away I knew something was very wrong, that something very very bad had just happened.
Usually, when I first wake up in the morning, I spend a few minutes reacquainting myself with the waking world, separating the fractured memories of recent dreams from the reality of the day. I snatch a sliver of dream out of the air a moment before it floated out of reach, to disappear forever. The second-long dream that I barely remember consists of one thing and one thing only: children flying.
Ten, Twelve, I don't know how many children flew over my head, holding hands and screaming (with joy, pain, sorrow?). They flew over my head in V-formation; I had to duck to keep from getting kicked by a tiny dangling sneaker spangled in pink and blue hearts. I ducked and by the time I stood up to look, they were banking right and flying, literally, off into the sunset. After the briefest moment, they were gone.
I rubbed my eyes and sat down to watch, what I absolutely knew was going to be, the ensuing horror.
When I woke up yesterday the news was already on. I've taken to falling asleep with one news network or another droning on in the background pretty-much all the time so it wasn't a surprise that talking heads were the first thing I saw upon waking. I was surprised, however that said heads were talking about something other than the "cliff" or the "slope" or whatever. Right away I knew something was very wrong, that something very very bad had just happened.
Usually, when I first wake up in the morning, I spend a few minutes reacquainting myself with the waking world, separating the fractured memories of recent dreams from the reality of the day. I snatch a sliver of dream out of the air a moment before it floated out of reach, to disappear forever. The second-long dream that I barely remember consists of one thing and one thing only: children flying.
Ten, Twelve, I don't know how many children flew over my head, holding hands and screaming (with joy, pain, sorrow?). They flew over my head in V-formation; I had to duck to keep from getting kicked by a tiny dangling sneaker spangled in pink and blue hearts. I ducked and by the time I stood up to look, they were banking right and flying, literally, off into the sunset. After the briefest moment, they were gone.
I rubbed my eyes and sat down to watch, what I absolutely knew was going to be, the ensuing horror.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Hemp: "The Other Resource!"
Between hemp and bamboo, material and useful commodity production could skyrocket in under 24 months. Our government should be funding this and teaching the planet's best farmers here, in the US, how to grow it on their land with as little modification to the facilities as possible.
If you know me at all, you know that my husband and I are (and plan to remain) childfree but I can't help but worry for future generations, in the US and abroad. People occasionally get all shouty with me, asking me why I care since I don't EVEN have any children. Almost like parenthood is a basic requirement to be human, or a good Christian, or have an opinion, or whatever.
But I love most kids I get to know. My cousins' kids make me smile so much, my face hurts on the way home after every visit. I've watched closely as my best friend-in-the world raises children that I held when they were hours old. I love these kids and like to think that they love me. I want them to be able to play outside with their great-grand-children without wearing a re-breather and a bio-chem suit. I would like to know they have the option to vacation in Florida without SCUBA gear or the use of a pressurized submarine, if they want.
There are many little problems with how our country's been run, thus far and recently. They are small problems and we can fix them with little effort, loss, or "sin," or whatever. We should make our Lawmakers accountable for providing our citizens with a healthier economy, better and more efficient natural resources, sustainable farming, and an honest evaluation and complete revamping of all aspects of the US infrastructure.
Thank you for taking the time read to read my ramblings. Anyone who wants to discuss these and other social issues on my page are welcome. Anyone who wants to call me names and yell at me: be prepared to answer a pop quiz about this subject. So study hard; there's gonna be a test!
If you know me at all, you know that my husband and I are (and plan to remain) childfree but I can't help but worry for future generations, in the US and abroad. People occasionally get all shouty with me, asking me why I care since I don't EVEN have any children. Almost like parenthood is a basic requirement to be human, or a good Christian, or have an opinion, or whatever.
But I love most kids I get to know. My cousins' kids make me smile so much, my face hurts on the way home after every visit. I've watched closely as my best friend-in-the world raises children that I held when they were hours old. I love these kids and like to think that they love me. I want them to be able to play outside with their great-grand-children without wearing a re-breather and a bio-chem suit. I would like to know they have the option to vacation in Florida without SCUBA gear or the use of a pressurized submarine, if they want.
There are many little problems with how our country's been run, thus far and recently. They are small problems and we can fix them with little effort, loss, or "sin," or whatever. We should make our Lawmakers accountable for providing our citizens with a healthier economy, better and more efficient natural resources, sustainable farming, and an honest evaluation and complete revamping of all aspects of the US infrastructure.
Thank you for taking the time read to read my ramblings. Anyone who wants to discuss these and other social issues on my page are welcome. Anyone who wants to call me names and yell at me: be prepared to answer a pop quiz about this subject. So study hard; there's gonna be a test!
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Just one more thing...
Okay. I have been silent about all of this for far too long.
"I
struggled with it myself for a long time, but I came to realize that life is
that gift from God. And, I think, even when life begins in that horrible
situation of rape, that it is something that God intended to happen." – Richard Mourdock, Indiana
Claiming
lack of clarity in his words coupled with people twisting and “putting said words into his mouth,” Richard
Mourdock speaks from his heart when he states that life begins at conception and
is a gift from God; even in cases of rape (does that include incest with a
minor or no?). The question begs: does this man actually believe that rape is a
gift from God if it results in a pregnancy. That rape? Rape and the result of said rape? Is a gift from God? Like
Paul Ryan, Mourdock seems to forget that pregnancy requires a penis, every time
and that forcing a woman to have a child she does not want is a form of
punishment.
Unlike Paul
Ryan, Mitt Romney’s uterus-hating running-mate whos platform includes requiring
laboring mothers to die with their stillborn baby, struggling fetus, or ectopic
zygote implantation; Richard Mourdock stated in the same spiel that he supports
abortion only in cases where the mother’s life is in "immediate danger." A loaded phrase, that one:"Immediate danger." Does that include a woman who has several children and has been advised by he physician of fourteen years, that she cannot safely carry another pregnancy to term? Does it include the single mom who won't be able to afford to feed her other children if forced into parturition? What about the woman (or girl) who's mental health hangs in the balance after rape or incest? The diabetic woman who's first baby almost killed her? An 11-year-old child? Your wife? Your mother? Your sister?.... Your daughter? Any of these people deserve this war on vaginas?
Speaking of which: A few words on Paul Ryan…
This diplomat believes that rather than performing life-saving (yes, I said lifesaving) Abortion Care (go ahead and grumble
about how filthy, disgusting and socially inappropriate the word “Abortion” is
to you. In the field of Medicine, the word is used) in the above listed cases: women should sacrifice (READ: be forced to
sacrifice) their lives for a dying, or nonviable fetus. Certain people in political power in our country seem to think they should control what
happens inside women’s bodies. Who do these bodies belong to anyway? Should
some religious throwback leftover from dysfunctional puritan times be allowed
to make medical decisions on your behalf and without your permission? I don’t
think so.
Now we are
back with Richard Mourdock from Indiana, recently endorsed by the Romney
campaign, but even more recently denounced and distanced from the mainstream GOP.
Even though Paul Ryan’s views on abortion seem to more in line with Mourdock
than with Presidential hopeful Mitt Romney, we haven’t heard much from him on
the subject. Yet.
People often
argue with me over the use of semantics in debate; whether-or-not the actual meaning
of the words spoken or the intended message of the speaker holds more value
depends on the beholder. I believe words themselves, combined with context,
clarity, and honesty, carry a message bearing a person’s intent, character, and
appeal. In the cases of Ryan, Romney and Mourdock, words have proven to be of
the loaded variety often enough in recent weeks.
To those who
actually believe that these words don’t matter, that words are just words, know this:
Words have a
way of becoming policy with these clowns. Much like excrement, some words
stick.
I think a
lot of voters are under the impression that the doctrine these men intend to
put in place might not actually put every female in the United Sates at risk, medically
and psychologically speaking. However, the CDC reports that women and girls forced in one way or another into
pregnancy, delivery, and birth against their will are far more likely to later
get into heavy drug use, become sexual deviants, suffer from depression; get involved
in prostitution and/or commit suicide. Is that not enough risk for anyone?
Some women’s
bodies were simply not built for multiple, or even a single, pregnancy. Forcing
victims of rape, incest, and the very, very young into growing a fetus in her
womb, against her will, telling her she is evil, a slut and a whore for being
in her position is damaging to the mind and the body. Men will never understand
the emotional roller-coaster a woman’s body goes through during the many, many
stages of pregnancy. We are hardwired to sustain life unconditionally, to propagate
the species and populate the earth. However, we live in an advanced and
socially sophisticated society where we have the freedom to assemble for
protests filled with hate while a woman’s right to choose medically what
happens to her body is under full attack.
Now I could
go on-and-on for eons on matters such as these; figuratively and not literally,
Right Angie?
^^)
But I will
spare you more-of-the-same; instead I move on to say that it is time to move on
to something else entirely. So moving on... To the the subject of of
signed pledges from members of congress, House and Senate Repubs, vowing to
make Obama a one-term President. And making it their number-one priority over
any-and-all else. Voting records show how many Obama proposals were shot down
by party leaders as suffering from not being proposed by Obama. Impeding the
political process at the expense of taxpayers is an immoral act with the air of
criminality. The Filibuster is being abused, now worse than ever.
Your people
lost last time. I’m sorry about that, but these guys need not be in office. In fact, I think they need to read their bibles with a little more scrutiny.Some
have dangerous ideas that could place us under religious doctrine akin to that
of Syria and Iran. The people the GOP has in office right now seem to be losing
their fecking minds so find us someone else in four years. Then you can give it
another go. Until then, please stop badgering me about my views. My conscience is
completely clear and I am confident my remarks are accurate and well-researched.
Drops
microphone, walks away..
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